Quick Wear: The Scheming Female Supporting Role is Beautiful and Seductive

Before the blessing dance at the Flower God Temple began, the group returned to the inn.

"Sister, this is the blessing bag I bought. Just consider it as an apology. I just didn't consider your feelings. Please forgive me."

Before entering the room, Shen Rong stopped the person and personally handed over the lucky bag he had chosen.

"Sister, you're joking. I almost forgot about it. You mentioned it again, but I didn't care. If you like it, I'm giving it to you sincerely." Shen Zhaowan didn't take it, but just turned sideways and spoke.

Li Chuan, who was confused by the situation, finally realized what had just happened after putting the pieces together.

"In that case, don't be polite, sister. Today is the Flower Festival anyway, so use this lucky bag to pray for blessings."

Shen Rong stepped forward, stuffed the thing into Shen Zhaowan's hand, and turned to leave.

Shen Zhaowan looked down at the lucky bag in her hand. It looked pleasing and had fine workmanship. She must have carefully selected it.

After Shen Zhaowan returned to the room, she told Chunxia to organize the purchased items and prepare the colored paper and the like.

She picked out one that caught her eye, picked up the pen and ink specially sent by the innkeeper, painted on the colored paper, and wrote down a blessing message, "Everything goes well!"

Shen Zhaowan paused for a moment, then picked up a piece of colored paper and began to paint. A tall figure jumped onto the paper. With just a few strokes, she drew a stern man with expressive eyes, as if he was staring at you through the paper. It was Di Ji.

The first picture chosen by Shen Zhaowan was of herself. Although the original owner was spoiled and willful, her painting skills were not bad.

Just lay it on the table and wait to dry...

Just after the You hour, several people went to the Temple of the Goddess of Flowers.

There was a constant flow of people on the road, some going there to pray and some to watch the fun.

Chunxia protected Shen Zhaowan closely, afraid that her princess would get hurt, and her eyes were wide open.

After walking up the bluestone steps and turning a few corners, we arrived at the Temple of the Goddess of Flowers. The entrance was already full of people waiting for the blessing dance.

"Li Chuan, you don't have to come with me. Just go shopping by yourself. It's not convenient with too many people. I will go back by myself after you're done." Shen Zhaowan instructed Li Chuan beside her.

Li Chuan hesitated, "But it's getting dark, and I'm worried about the lady's safety."

"It's not far from the inn. There's nothing to do. Besides, Chunxia is with me. I'll go back after praying."

"But..." Li Chuan was still worried.

"Don't say buts, just listen to me!" Shen Zhaowan interrupted impatiently.

"Yes!" Li Chuan still followed Shen Zhaowan's arrangement.

It is inconvenient to go shopping with a group of people.

Chunxia escorted Shen Zhaowan to the side, which was a little more spacious and they could see the whole picture, although it was not as clear as in the front row.

After Shen Zhaowan left, Li Chuan stood next to Shen Rong. Shen Rong was somewhat interested at first, but he didn't expect there were so many people and he was accidentally squeezed by someone in the middle, so his face immediately turned cold.

There are a lot of people around, and all kinds of mixed atmosphere, it's noisy and I can't calm down, and it makes my head hurt.

"Mr. Li, please stay. I will go shopping on my own first."

"Let's go, Cui Liu!" Shen Rong tried his best to stay away from the crowd and make himself comfortable.

Li Chuan, who was standing at the front, sighed, not understanding why he was the only one left in an instant.

But before he could think about it, cheers came from the crowd, and the blessing dance was about to begin!

A team of more than a dozen people came out from the side door of the Temple of the Goddess of Flowers. They were wearing brightly coloured clothes and had colourful patterns painted on their faces. When you got closer you realised they were paintings of flowers. Everyone had a smile on their face.

He was humming an unknown song, which Shen Zhaowan couldn't understand, but the melody seemed quite nice.

She had a wide view here and could see the procession coming in, praying devoutly and paying homage to the temple, and then starting to sing and dance, jumping to each beat, spinning with their arms, raising their legs and shaking their heads.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines in the distance, and the sound of folk songs is loud in the nearby.

"Miss, the paint on their faces is so realistic, so beautiful." Chunxia leaned over and whispered.

"Yeah!" Shen Zhaowan recalled the past. This place did not belong to Qian Kingdom, so the ceremony was very different. They spontaneously had their own ceremony, which was very lively.

This ceremony would continue for another half an hour. Shen Zhaowan watched for a while and felt uncomfortable standing as she was very fragile, so she simply took Chunxia into the Temple of the Goddess of Flowers first.

There were fewer people inside the Temple of the Goddess of Flowers, only about a dozen or so.

The first thing you see in the main hall is a statue of a god, and the words "Flower God" are written on the door plaque.

The statue is exquisitely carved, with a kind and beautiful face. It is more than two meters tall and is surrounded by flowers.

Someone was kneeling on a cushion to worship. Shen Zhaowan also stepped over the threshold, stood in front of the statue, lowered her head, closed her eyes, and clasped her hands in front of her chest.

"Flower God, I, Shen Zhaowan, come here today to pray for the flourishing of flowers and trees, and continuous happiness."

Chunxia also learned to pray like this!

"Let's go..."

After leaving the main hall, you will go to the place where the lucky tree is located. From here you can vaguely hear the sounds outside the temple, the singing of adults and the cheers of children.

After passing through a door, Shen Zhaowan saw the lucky tree, which was at least a hundred years old and much larger than the one she saw during the day. It blocked out the sun and covered the sky. There were girls in groups of three or four under the tree.

At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and the afterglow faded a lot, covering the blessing tree, making it look somewhat sacred. The evening breeze blew, and the colorful papers on the tree rustled as they rubbed against the branches.

"Miss, here are the colored papers." Chun Xia handed over the two pieces prepared by Shen Zhaowan.

Shen Zhaowan took it and told her: "Okay, go and do yours."

"Yes." Chunxia got the order and walked to a corner. The branches of the lucky tree extended, covering the entire courtyard.

Shen Zhaowan pondered for a moment and chose a place with few people. There were many branches here. Many people who came here to hang colorful paper liked to throw it high and get entangled in the branches, and some liked to climb up to hang it. The high places on the trees were indeed colorful.

Shen Zhaowan had no intention of climbing a tree. The place she chose was just right and she could hang herself up by just raising her hand.

Just as she took out a photo, she suddenly felt someone approaching from behind. Shen Zhaowan felt relieved, thinking that her feeling in the evening was not wrong, but she still looked frightened. She turned her head and took a few steps back, and asked at the same time: "Who?"

"Li Chuan?"

The person behind him stopped when he heard the voice. The black clothes on his body seemed to blend in with the surroundings. He was tall, and his upper body was covered by branches and colored paper. Shen Zhaowan couldn't see clearly.

"What? You don't recognize me anymore?" Di Ji spoke with sarcasm and a hint of depression, as if he was blaming Shen Zhaowan for not calling out his name the first time.

He looked at the pretty girl in front of him, whose beauty could not be concealed even with a veil. He raised his arm, stretched out his slender hand to brush away the branches and colored paper that were blocking him, and took a few steps towards Shen Zhaowan.

Shen Zhaowan seemed to recognize the person in front of her: "Sir? Why are you here?"

Di Ji still felt tight in his chest after hearing this. He looked at himself and called out someone else's name, and now he was asking why he came here...

"Can't I come? Who do you want to come?"

Shen Zhaowan secretly laughed in her heart. How could she not know that he was jealous...

She hurriedly walked closer and said, "It's because you didn't come during the day and scared me at night. You said you couldn't come, and I thought it was someone else!"

Before Di Ji could speak, Shen Zhaowan continued, "I am very happy that you can come, sir."

For a moment, Di Ji felt relaxed both physically and mentally, which was more comfortable than the flattery and boasting of his subordinates.

In fact, he followed Shen Zhaowan and her group not long after they set off. He saw them staying in a hotel, going shopping together, setting off lanterns together, and now they have come to the Temple of the Goddess of Flowers.

He could only lag far behind, hiding his face, and did not feel that the Flower Festival was fun when they laughed and played.

Now, he waited until she was alone before he appeared: "Night has fallen, don't you know the danger when you are alone?"

"Hmph... My Lord, are you worried about me?" Shen Zhaowan lifted the gauze and smiled sweetly at Di Ji, her eyes and eyebrows full of smiles.

Di Ji felt a little hot in his heart as she stared at him. He looked away, not daring to look at her.

His eyes shifted to her other hand, where her white fingers were pinching something: "What is this?"

Di Ji saw that many people had this, but he didn't ask what it meant specifically.

Seeing that he was trying to change the subject abruptly, Shen Zhaowan took over the topic and said, "This is colored paper, needed for appreciating red and praying for blessings."

"Here, this is for you! If you hadn't come, I would have hung it up for you, but now that you're here, you can hang it up yourself." Shen Zhaowan took out one of them and handed it over.

Di Ji picked it up with two slender fingers and moved it in front of his eyes. There was a hole drilled on the colored paper and a red string was passed through it. The color of the paper was beautiful, and the most eye-catching thing was the painting on it. You could tell at a glance that the painting was of him, with the same black robe, a similar face, and a string of red beads on his wrist.

"Does it look good? This was drawn with great difficulty. Look at my hands, they are sore from drawing!" Shen Zhaowan acted coquettishly and pitifully.

"It looks good!" Di Ji looked at the white and tender fingers in front of him. They were not as miserable as she said. They were obviously very beautiful.

I don't know if this sentence refers to the painting, the hand in front of me, or a double entendre...

"Are you going to hang yourself on the tree?" Di Ji looked into the distance with cold eyes.

Shen Zhaowan nodded, the hairpins in her hair jingling.